Bill Weasley (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} egyptian_bill) wrote,@ 2004-12-12 15:41:00 |
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Well.
This is... quite something.
I mastered the transformation on Thursday night. Just held it for a moment. Couldn't even tell what I was before I came out of it, and I was so knackered from the effort that I fell asleep on the spot. Tried again the next night and the second time was a bit easier, and I got a feel for four legs, a tail, and really fucking large teeth before I transformed back again. The third time was easier still. Now I've done it back and forth a couple dozen times or so and got a good sight of myself in the mirror and BLOODY HELL I'M A LION.
I never really had a clear idea of what I would be, but the first time I found my form it was like something snapped into place. It was so jarring it almost hurt, but a good kind of hurt, like my arm had been dislocated and I didn't even know until someone popped it back into place. I suppose that's a rather unpleasant analogy but I can't quite describe it otherwise. And when I'm the lion, I feel... like myself, only more so. Sort of like I've been amplified... like a Muggle guitar. My senses are insanely acute, and it feels like if I got angry it would be a hundred times worse than usual. And a hundred times louder.
It's funny, because I've still got this huge amount of red hair.
I can't WAIT to show Remus. I know he must suspect something -- I've been holed up in my room for ages trying to master this, and I'm not sure he's bought all my excuses of work and research and some bloody thing or other for Gringotts. And now it's going to be nearly impossible to keep this a secret until Christmas. Because that's when I'd like to tell him -- I know the full moon falls the day after Christmas this year and I can't think of a better present. It's going to be brilliant, I'm big enough that I'll be good company for him. I must admit I was rather worried I'd end up a chicken or some other werewolf snack, and then it'd all have been for nothing.
For now I'll keep practising whenever I can, but I've got to be sure no one catches me at it so the surprise isn't ruined. Too bad though, it's terribly comfortable lounging around as a lion. I nearly fell asleep next to the fire last night because it felt so wonderful on my fur.
My fur. How bloody ridiculous.
I suppose it's no surprise I was in Gryffindor.
Well.
This is... quite something.
I mastered the transformation on Thursday night. Just held it for a moment. Couldn't even tell what I was before I came out of it, and I was so knackered from the effort that I fell asleep on the spot. Tried again the next night and the second time was a bit easier, and I got a feel for four legs, a tail, and really fucking large teeth before I transformed back again. The third time was easier still. Now I've done it back and forth a couple dozen times or so and got a good sight of myself in the mirror and BLOODY HELL I'M A LION.
I never really had a clear idea of what I would be, but the first time I found my form it was like something snapped into place. It was so jarring it almost hurt, but a good kind of hurt, like my arm had been dislocated and I didn't even know until someone popped it back into place. I suppose that's a rather unpleasant analogy but I can't quite describe it otherwise. And when I'm the lion, I feel... like myself, only more so. Sort of like I've been amplified... like a Muggle guitar. My senses are insanely acute, and it feels like if I got angry it would be a hundred times worse than usual. And a hundred times louder.
It's funny, because I've still got this huge amount of red hair.
I can't WAIT to show Remus. I know he must suspect something -- I've been holed up in my room for ages trying to master this, and I'm not sure he's bought all my excuses of work and research and some bloody thing or other for Gringotts. And now it's going to be nearly impossible to keep this a secret until Christmas. Because that's when I'd like to tell him -- I know the full moon falls the day after Christmas this year and I can't think of a better present. It's going to be brilliant, I'm big enough that I'll be good company for him. I must admit I was rather worried I'd end up a chicken or some other werewolf snack, and then it'd all have been for nothing.
For now I'll keep practising whenever I can, but I've got to be sure no one catches me at it so the surprise isn't ruined. Too bad though, it's terribly comfortable lounging around as a lion. I nearly fell asleep next to the fire last night because it felt so wonderful on my fur.
My fur. How bloody ridiculous.
I suppose it's no surprise I was in Gryffindor.
